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So here’s a fact about me: I’m 19-years-old. I’m young for a college sophomore but I have a September birthday. I just made the cut-off way back when in kindergarten. I met a guy in one of my classes. He’s good-looking, he’s smart, he’s funny, respectful and 28 fucking-years-old.

I told myself no immediately, but we connected. We had little lunch dates after class for a month, got coffee together and chatted. We had one lovely evening that ended with lots of kisses and hugs and laughs. It was essentially official. He was my boyfriend, I was his girlfriend. I had to tell my mother.

“No.”

That was the start of it.

“He’s a man. Too old–no. Stop it now before it gets too complicated.”

Honestly, I don’t even know who I’m kidding. It’s not going to work in the long run; I’m aware of it. And call me a loser, but I can’t be comfortable if my mom isn’t.